And something had to be done about it.
So I decided instead of findingTammyand takingherdownI had bigger fish to fry.
Though I couldn’t fry them shopping in King Soopers.
“Let’s get this finished,” I mumbled.
“Thank Christ,” he said and let me go.
He went back to the cart.
I’d lost my list somewhere along the way.
Oh well.
Fuck it.
I’d wing it and if we forgot something, we’d come back.
We had to get this done.
I had fish to fry.
Chapter Six
Tell Them to Work Faster
Mo
He’d thought he’d wanted her back in the way he couldhave her, that was chattering at him and being comfortable in his presence.
Another mistake.
He had her back, but she wasn’t back, as such.
Any man would read it the way Mo was reading it.
She was his.
He knew this partly because the floodgates had reopened onthe gabbing, but apparently, it’d been a rainy season because she seemedincapable of shutting up.
He now knew about all the girls at Smithie’s, who wasputting themselves through school, who baked the best cookies, who knew thebest zit-covering strategy, and who they were fucking, one doing a bouncer.
He further knew that Smithie would find out about thebouncer, because he always found out, and fraternization between employees wasprohibited.
He also knew Smithie would go apeshit, but in the end not doanything but be loud and threatening while going apeshit, which was why thestrippers routinely slept with the bouncers regardless that it was againstemployee policy.
And he knew Lottie’s mom and Tex were always on her assabout adopting acouplacats.
Further from that, he knew she was considering it, she justwas building herself up to go to the shelters because when she did, if shehadn’t established impulse control, she wouldn’t adopt a couple of cats, she’dadopt fifty (this, by the way, he did not find a surprise).
And he knew her neighbors were being dickheads not becausethey had an outdoor TV, but because they played it loud and they did this alot.
Mo had no idea what this all had to do with groceryshopping, the subject around which he’d like any conversation to remain, exceptthey weren’t grocery shopping, him as bodyguard with his boss’s client.
They were grocery shopping as a man and a woman livingtogether and he knew this because when they did talk about shopping, it waswhen she made him go all the way back through the aisles they’d already beenthrough, forcing him to tell her what shit he wanted in the house.
Making matters worse, personal space was now just gone.
